No Running Today As My Knee Is Still Broken

Went to bed at 9am this morning after a night/morning of Pot Noodle’s, songwriting and listening to Nick Drake and My Bloody Valentine.

Woke up at 3pm wondering where the fuck I was. This happens a lot. It happened when I was in Albuferia, Portugal in April. I whipped myself into a panic after drinking on the plane. Went to my hotel, slept and awoke completely disinhibited feeling only the heat, thinking ‘How and when the fuck did I get to Cyprus?’.

I felt the same initially this afternoon, but I knew perfectly well where I was.

You can only wash your cold dead face in the mirror so many times before Geography pounces on you.

I’ve decided tonight that I’m not gonna run Lisburn next week and focus instead on the Great North Run.

I’m gonna enter the Great Scottish Run too a fortnight before as I love Glasgow and the run itself was great last year.

I’ll only run tomorrow if I don’t feel my knee. If I keep feeling my knee I’m going to the physio seriously man.